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Sul giardine fantastico profumato dirosa lacaregga de lombra pesa ...
薔薇の馨(かお)り咲く幻想的な庭で　影の愛撫はまどろむ

Pure ha un pensiero e un palpato la quiete suprema, laria come per brivido trema ...
しかしながら気高き静寂には　思想と感動があり　大気は慄(おのの)くかの様に震える

La luttuosa tenebra una storia di morte racconta alle cardenie smorte ?
悼(いた)ましい其の暗闇は　死の物語を　蒼褪(あおざ)めたくちなしへと語るのだろうか？

Forse perche una pioggia di soavi rugiade entro i socchiusi petali cade
sul ascose miserie e lebbregge perdute, sui muti sogni e lansie mute.
おそらく　開きかけた花弁に潜む　甘やかな露の雨が
隱された不幸に　失われた陶酔に
無音の夢と不安の中に　 沈んでゆくからなのか…

Su le fugaci gioie che il disinganno infrange
la notte le sue lacrime piange.
真実の訪れが打ち砕く　かりそめの喜びを偲(しの)び
夜はその涙を零していく


Translation :

On the perfumed fantastic giardine dirosa lacaregga de lombra weighs...

It also has a thought and a palpated the supreme quiet, laria as for shiver it trembles...

The mournful darkness a history of death tells to the pale cardenies?

Perhaps because a rain of sweet dews within the left half open petals falls on the ascose poverties and lost lebbregge, on the mute dreams and mute lansie.

On the fleeting joys that the disillusionment breaks the night its tears he/she cries.